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Summer evening

Summer evening

A Poem by Vanessa Tweneboah


Visual response poem of the painting Summer evening by Childe Hassam, 1886.
OxyContin

OxyContin

A Poem by BiblioMom


Visual
The Moon, The Sun, The Earth

The Moon, The Sun, The Earth

A Poem by CrimsonHints


I breathe in the celestial plains. I walk on rings enveloped in gold and cast upon clouds.I am pulled from the air, molded in dirt, spun in water and ..
Truly Hear Me

Truly Hear Me

A Poem by Ty


Truly Hear Me
Poetry

Poetry

A Poem by Ty


Poetry
Warmly Dark

Warmly Dark

A Poem by Voidless


Grassy fields and dimmed colors Populated by deer and flora Wind letting grass dance and Tress blindly following its lead Mountains breaking the..
A Winter Walk

A Winter Walk

A Poem by J. A. Perkins


A poem about winter
Life's Theory

Life's Theory

A Poem by G. Writing


Seeing the world as I grow in my human form. Experiencing life for what it is. Starting my journey for what it is destined to be.
Marsh Marigold's Reflections

Marsh Marigold's Reflections

A Poem by E.P. Robles


Ah, lo! the moistened surface holds such limpid bubbles!And pale, deep gold does cover made-up flower beds;green faded dresses of little girls are wil..
SO ANCIENT AS BECOMES FOSSIL POETRY

SO ANCIENT AS BECOMES FOSSIL POETRY

A Poem by E.P. Robles


The phrase "So ancient as becomes fossil poetry" seems to imply that the work of great poets from the past has become fossilized, preserved for future..
DYING IN BED

DYING IN BED

A Poem by E.P. Robles


This poem explores themes of passion, death, and the blurred lines between pain and pleasure.
 WHO ROBBED THESE TENDER WORDS

WHO ROBBED THESE TENDER WORDS

A Poem by E.P. Robles


"Who Robbed These Tender Words" is a introspective poem that reflects on the silent theft of the speaker's deepest emotions and experiences.
Strong Heart

Strong Heart

A Poem by E.P. Robles


This poem delves into the poet's perspective as he embraces the darker aspects of human nature and find inspiration in the flaws and vices of others.
A CIRCUS CALLED SPRINGTIME

A CIRCUS CALLED SPRINGTIME

A Poem by E.P. Robles


My heart thawing.
A HUNDRED POEMS - XXXIV

A HUNDRED POEMS - XXXIV

A Poem by E.P. Robles


It is poetry.
ONOMATOPOEIC WORDS

ONOMATOPOEIC WORDS

A Poem by E.P. Robles


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The Corpse

The Corpse

A Poem by E.P. Robles


THERE as still and quiet as dead. Sleeping...? Yes. The walls had grown used to the scene. The dreams tired of the same actors with different ..